And someone can know something, without the information dissemination through the family, too.

So sorry, Sheryl.

One of Bob's closest friends had a girlfriend of many years who was pretty messed up in a lot of ways and who died a couple of years ago. I think he knew some of the story before she died but after she died it came out that she had multiple fake online personalities in a bunch of different forums. I'm not sure of all the details but there were people who felt pretty close to fake versions of this person. He ended up having to figure out how to let them know that the real person behind the faker was really dead. Sad stuff.

I've only ever been tempted to make a sock puppet to correct grammar and spelling in the comments on sites like Jezebel.

That's frustrating.

It can be. After my dad fell and a CT scan showed a mass in his brain, it took three weeks until we had an actual diagnosis. And if we've had an actualfax diagnosis beyond "hopeful" and "here's what we are trying first and we'll see how it goes and then we'll retest and see" in the last two weeks that I've been home, I don't know it. Plus, a lot of it really depends on the patient. Their health, their motivation and - honestly - their outlook. The variables are just really variable.

Though Jesse is right, I know mom and I weren't sharing every iota of information with everyone at the beginning, just the overview and what we knew for sure. And what you know for sure isn't always a lot early on.

It's a mindfuck.

Things can change suddenly too. A former co worker's son died of cancer this year. At one point they were told he was in remission and his family was posting on FB about how happy they were and tentatively making plans for the future.

Then it seemed a month later the cancer was back and there was nothing anyone could do. He went downhill really fast, they wanted to plan a family trip for Make a Wish, but he wanted to Skype with a Disney star. A few days after that he died.

There was a really long post there. I deleted it. I have no idea what I was trying to say.

Fucking work making me fucking insane. I actually ended up in an argument with my boss whether it constituted a problem that one special type of observation brings the system to its knees in less than 30 minutes and we don't know if there are other cases out there that can do the same amidst 50TB of data. She felt it was not longer as much of a priority to fix the software now that we isolated the known cases. I beg to differ. I'm sorry, if you have software that is capable of running amok and rendering a powerful server difficult to POWERCYCLE, your software has a problem. Uhg. And then the team leads were getting all pissy over territories and UHG. I mean, that I do understand, we're all kinda fucked with resources right now, but whyso testy? We actually have a very good symbiotic relationship between dev, test and ops. WhereTF did that come from?

I'm so over this week.

I've only ever been tempted to make a sock puppet to correct grammar and spelling in the comments on sites like Jezebel.

This is why I love us.

and extra hugs to all y'all who are dealing with (family) illness, just because

Do you need an axe, sarameg? That will cycle your power, bingo!

This is why I love us.

Sometimes I want to say "Oy! You! Get off my side until you learn how to capitalise consistently. We don't need Your Kind herE."

Is it okay to take pills in a pill organizer on the plane or do they all have to be in bottles?